The “Alien Invasion” didn’t come at the end of the world. There wasn’t fire in the skies and odd creatures enslaving mankind. One day, a…ship just appeared in the middle of Oklahoma, asking to speak to whomever was in charge.

After a global crisis or two, humans were officially welcomed to the Intergalactic Federation.

As per custom, the intergalactic mental hospital with the bane you couldn’t pronounce, requested 40 mentally ill humans for rehabilitation and study. Not like they could refuse, anyway. So, here you were. A random human just admitted to the psych ward, number 20.

You look out the small window, greeted by the sight of giant white buildings inside of a large glass dome. You had been loaded onto a spaceship and dressed in an odd uniform.

You’d also been assigned a caretaker, a man(?) with leathery wings, mutton chops, a stupid bucket hat, odd antennae and talons for feet. He looked more humanoid than the others, not sparing you a glance. Rude.

He also had a name tag that read ‘John’, though that name was much too human, so you assumed it was a nickname for comfort. Fun.

John was regretting taking this job. Laswell had assigned him an undercover op, disguised as a caretaker in order to get a look at the alleged mistreatment of the patients here. He was never one for sitting around watching for what was probably nothing. Also, he could feel the human staring into his side. Fun.